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Jul. 30th, 2005 10:27 pm"So he says to me, 'You gotta do something smart, baby. Something BIG! He says, 'You wanna be a super villain, right?' And I go yeah, baby, YEAH! YEAH! WHAT DO I GOTTA DO? He says, 'You got bombs, blow up the comet club, it's packed with super heroes, you'll go down in SUPER VILLAIN HISTORY!' And I go yeah, baby, 'cause I'm the Evil Midnight Bomber What Bombs at Midnight! Aaaaaa-hahahahaha!"
Well, what I'm doing may not be big, but for the circumstances it's smart. Those of you used to a long haired cabbit, or (more often than not) a long haired cabbit with her hair pulled back in a harsh librarian bun... tonight's your last night with that image. Tomorrow around lunch time most of it goes buhbye for at least a while. The sinus infection from hell has had me laid up for over a month now, and it's bloody difficult to keep the hair neat when you can't tip your head back to wash it.... and given the upcoming surgery, I'm doing what I can now to simplify things as much as possible. For a long time, vast chunks of what was left of my self image relied on long hair; I seem to have outgrown it for the moment.
Today's high point (aside from getting both Guild Wars -and- Ragnarok Online running properly again) was an hour plus phonecall from the dolly. *purr* 's nice to hear the voice of a cute little mop-headed cherub from time to time (yes, I'm talking about you). So much to talk about, so what -do- we talk about? Anime, mostly. :p
*yawns and looks around* I got about half of my bedroom unearthed today in between things, and all three piggies got their cages cleaned. My laundry's washed but not folded/put away yet; it'll hold until tomorrow. My little work area for doing OS installs got dug out, so tomorrow night I can actually get Megan's machine done... followed by the installation of the machine that's going to be replacing Goliath's innards (the case will remain, everything else will be swapped out). Why now, when it's actually stable? Because the vast bulk of Goliath's guts are going to be sold to a 'puter-less friend. Helps him, helps me, and everyone's happy.
In the meantime, I'm a tired little fuzzle. Time to give the piggies some more timothy hay, move the laundry pile to the chair, and crash. G'nite.
Well, what I'm doing may not be big, but for the circumstances it's smart. Those of you used to a long haired cabbit, or (more often than not) a long haired cabbit with her hair pulled back in a harsh librarian bun... tonight's your last night with that image. Tomorrow around lunch time most of it goes buhbye for at least a while. The sinus infection from hell has had me laid up for over a month now, and it's bloody difficult to keep the hair neat when you can't tip your head back to wash it.... and given the upcoming surgery, I'm doing what I can now to simplify things as much as possible. For a long time, vast chunks of what was left of my self image relied on long hair; I seem to have outgrown it for the moment.
Today's high point (aside from getting both Guild Wars -and- Ragnarok Online running properly again) was an hour plus phonecall from the dolly. *purr* 's nice to hear the voice of a cute little mop-headed cherub from time to time (yes, I'm talking about you). So much to talk about, so what -do- we talk about? Anime, mostly. :p
*yawns and looks around* I got about half of my bedroom unearthed today in between things, and all three piggies got their cages cleaned. My laundry's washed but not folded/put away yet; it'll hold until tomorrow. My little work area for doing OS installs got dug out, so tomorrow night I can actually get Megan's machine done... followed by the installation of the machine that's going to be replacing Goliath's innards (the case will remain, everything else will be swapped out). Why now, when it's actually stable? Because the vast bulk of Goliath's guts are going to be sold to a 'puter-less friend. Helps him, helps me, and everyone's happy.
In the meantime, I'm a tired little fuzzle. Time to give the piggies some more timothy hay, move the laundry pile to the chair, and crash. G'nite.
